One of America's most valued musicians, Woody Guthrie, used to play a guitar that had "this guitar kills fascists" printed on the box. I don't think his guitar ever committed any crime, but it sure did wake up a few people. I've always thought, like Woody, that music should get the mind and body moving, so here you have my new record, Icarus Descending, done up with the intention of doing just that. 
Icarus was that mythical Greek figure, a young man trapped with his father inside a maze constructed by the Minotaur, on one of those beautiful, shimmering Greek Islands. I forget, now, which one. Icarus and his father could not escape the labyrinth by land or sea; the sky was the only way out. They put together wings from feathers and wax, and before they flew on out of there, Icarus's father warned him not to fly too close to the sun. Like many a young man confronted with such fatherly advice, Icarus took his own council. Ambition, Curiosity, a simple need to be free from all restraints? The story does not tell us why Icarus chose to disobey his father. What we do know is the consequence for his act of defiance:a quick ascent, his melted wings, and his tumbling fall into the blue Aegean, as his father watched from on high. I think of the story as a parable about ambition and blindness; the need to reach for what we think might transcend our earthly pleasures, only to realize, in the sudden revealing of the key to a terrifying mystery, just what the cost of that reach may be. Icarus Descending is about falling, failing, but also about the wild upswing, the forever reaching, never regretting the attempt to become more than what one is. I hope you like the story. I hope your mind and body move. 

Kerry Candaele.